As a line of of gunfire sped towards him on the ground, Bryan finally became aware of his opponent's shift of position to the other side of the dumpster. He'd seen nearly the whole thing, but had neglected to do anything about it until he'd started running (why was beyond him). He barely made it to the cover of the industrial container without getting his ass shot, and as he skidded to a stop behind his new, far superior barricade, he slammed his fist against the hard metal wall.
'This is hard fuckin' work...
' he thought, exhaling sharply. It didn't help that there was so much open ground between him and the other boy, and there was no way to close it safely. This cargo unit was as close as he could get. On the plus side, he could now make his next move without being seen. Hopefully.
Bryan looked around. The container (nearly) met the perimeter fence at an angle, with a miniscule gap between the two barriers. He could use that somehow, probably. He thought about it for a second, and concluded that he indeed could not. Dammit, what were the odds of him encountering someone with a better weapon than his? In such an advantageous spot for a rapid-fire weapon, no less. He began to wonder if maybe the shotgun was that great of a weapon in this game.
'Of course it fuckin' is,
' he said to himself, shaking his head. 'I'm just really bad at this.
' As much fighting prowess as Bryan had, he was quite out of his element here. He would've been better off if nobody had been issued any weapon at all. He looked at the chain-link fence once again, and decided that this was a waste of time. There was no way to get over there without getting wasted.
"Fuckin' hassle..." he grumbled, throwing the safety off on the SPAS-12 and shouldering it as he clutched the fence, making his way up and over (with the container just barely covering him). It was around 7 feet tall and the top was lined with barbed-wire, but fortunately it was facing the exterior of the factory yard. He grabbed a clear spot on the barbed-wire and dangled, letting himself drop the rest of the way.
"I'll see you later," he said under his breath. "You can count on it."
((continued in Dan Birch